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  • Pictures In The Fire
    The wind croons under the icicled eaves--
    Croons and mutters a wordless song,
    And the old elm chafes its skeleton leaves
    Against the windows all night long. ...
  • The Ploughboy
    I wonder what he is thinking
    In the ploughing field all day.
    He watches the heads of his oxen,
    And never looks this way. ...
  • A Farewell
    Down the steep west unrolled,
    I watch the river of the sunset flow,
    With all its crimson lights, and gleaming gold,
    Into the dusk below. ...
  • A Madrigal
    The lily-bells ring underground,
    Their music small I hear
    When globes of dew that shine pearl round
    Hang in the cowslip's ear ...
  • A November Wood-walk
    Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks;
    Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet,
    Shine redly glimmering through the dewy wet;
    And whereso'er thy musing foot is set, ...
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Sweet 34 Long 33 Hear 27 Voice 27 White 26 Bright 25 Gold 21 Face 21 Place 21 Golden 19


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Melaniejaxn: empty and folded are her busy hands; her corn and wine and oil are safely stored, as in the twilight of the year she stands, and with her gladness seems to thank the lord. -kate seymour maclean
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Melaniejaxn: empty and folded are her busy hands; her corn and wine and oil are safely stored, as in the twilight of the year she stands, and with her gladness seems to thank the lord. -kate seymour maclean
Greggiordano1: voiceover and narrator friends, a thanksgiving poetry collection for you!
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We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
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We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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